Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“First, no one would dare intrude when I’m alone with my woman, and furthermore, if I tell you to suck my cock and someone does walk in, I expect you to keep doing exactly as I’ve instructed. Do you understand?”
She bit into her bottom lip to quell the instant protest on her lips. Instead she slowly nodded her acceptance.
“Who do you belong to, Angel?” he asked in a harsh tone.
“Y-you,” she whispered.
“Who owns you? Who are you to always obey without question?”
Oh God. What had she done? And was this truly what she wanted? The sane part of her screamed no, that she was crazy for even contemplating it. The impulsive part of her reminded her that she had signed on for this fully aware of Drake’s demanding, dominant nature. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been clear enough in his expectations. He couldn’t have been more blunt.
“You, Drake,” she said, relieved that she sounded stronger and steadier than before.
He reached out to cup her chin firmly in his hand.
“Then you need to get on your knees and put your mouth where I told you.”
Dutifully, she sank to her knees and then shakily reached for the cupcake, swiping a goodly amount onto her fingers. Her touch was tentative as she smeared the sticky substance down the length of his extended cock. Satisfied that she’d done as he’d asked, she tossed the cupcake into the wastepaper basket near Drake’s desk and then turned back, eyeing his erection with new appreciation.
She knew he was big. Her body had protested his intrusion when he’d made love to her, but she’d been too mindless with pleasure to really pay attention to his size. But now, she wasn’t so sure she was going to be able to pull this off.
He had to know she’d never done this. Surely he did.
“Evangeline,” he said, his voice not as terse as it had been before.
She glanced up at him, swallowing nervously.
“I’ll guide you. If I wanted a woman who was an expert at giving head, there are any number of women I could have. But your innocence is a turn-on like none I’ve ever experienced. I like that I’m the only man who has felt your sweet mouth around his cock. Relax. I promise that my being inside your mouth will be nothing short of perfection.”
Buoyed by his words and absurdly happy that he wanted her, that he liked her inexperience, she leaned forward, placing her hands on his thighs only for him to gently pry them away and lower them to her own thighs.
“Keep your hands down. I’ll direct your movements. All you have to do is relax and trust me.”
She realized in that moment, misgivings and all, that she did trust him and she couldn’t even say why. God only knew the rocky, tumultuous start of their . . . whatever this was between them . . . didn’t lend itself to blind trust, but she felt safe with him and some part of her knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
After ensuring her hands were in their proper place, she leaned up on her knees and tentatively swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, licking it clean. Then she opened her mouth wider and began to slide him further into her mouth, working her tongue around his girth so that no spot was left untouched.
To her dismay, he was only halfway in when she felt the tip brush against the back of her throat. She’d been right. There was no way she could take all of him. Not without making an embarrassing spectacle of herself and gagging. How humiliating would that be? She had no knowledge of deep-throating, something she’d only heard of by listening in on her friends’ more bawdy conversations. According to them, men liked women who could deep-throat very much. But then Drake had contradicted that claim by saying if he wanted a woman who was an expert at giving head, as he’d described it, there were no shortage of women he could call on. He’d told her he wanted her. That had to mean something, right?
“Relax, Angel,” Drake said gently. “I like it long and slow. Getting off quickly in such a sweet mouth would be a crime. Take a deep breath. I’ll guide you. Breathe through your nose. I won’t overwhelm you.”
His words had a calming effect and she instantly relaxed. His fingers tangled into her hair and he palmed her head with his hands, holding her firmly as he took over.
He thrust forward, his instructions replaying in Evangeline’s mind. He paused a moment and she peeked up at him from underneath her lashes to see his face creased in ecstasy. He withdrew and then pushed in again, deepening his thrust.
She felt a moment of fleeting panic and forced herself to breathe out through her nose and relax.